My day starts somewhere before four and five; I have always been wired to rise early, but just lately life at my place has been organized around the break of dawn. By six I am out the door and off to the cafe, where I greet the other morning peeps before sitting down to write fic for a couple hours. The reward for this restructuring has been increased fic-writing time for me, a more pleasant shape to my weekends, more sleep … and more encounters with the dregs of the local feral nightlife.
I have been promising you this skunk (or possibly quasar) pic. I have had another sighting since I took it, but he was outdoors (of course) and I was in, and it was night in any case. But dawn is coming earlier; I expect to improve on this before the season’s out.
